01-18-2023, 10:13 PM
Barberville, Florida. Wednesday 18th January. (On-Camera.)
At the last minute, I knew with the testing I had the last two days, and with the NASCAR press conference and photo shoot stuff I had to do for the upcoming Cup and especially the Xfinity Series season, I had no time to go home and do a quick video. So I've decided to do it here at the race track instead. Well, after the sign-up for the DIRTcar racing Pro Late Models races over the weekend.
I'm in my Pro Late Models car garage with a quick set up of flame wallpaper all over the garage and put a unique cover on my Pro Late Model car and my overalls to prevent them from having red paint covered on them. I had a wooden red-painted chair I brought with me. I had my mace and camera in front of me in a tight space, in the darkness, with my wrestling clothes on. There wouldn't be any cars going out on the track until six in the evening.
Konrad Raab: "Let me address something to Alexis Quinne first. First of all, you inspiring wrestlers are nothing but full of shit. Because nobody has said, you inspired them to be a wrestler. That's fake symphony friendship points. Everything she has ever said has been a lie. Even her Voyagers event is total shit as well. She's so fucking fake, and she's not as strong as she claims to be; she's weak, as I stated on the show. I'll leave things there because let's talk about someone who can't fucking decide who she wants to be, Lucy One."
Yes, I refuse to call this bitch The One because she isn't the one to beat, and even if I took the time to listen to her bullshit lost identity story, I wouldn't believe it, and she looked like a Lucy, so I went down that fucking road on this useless bitch.
Konrad Raab: "I fucking hate to do this, but you want to call me out for not being honest. You're not honest because I don't buy into you hiding your real name. After all, you're scared of people exposing the fake person you are. It's why I call you Lucy, so you can admit to the world that one day, you will have a real fucking name. Everyone does, even on your cards; you're not The One. You're certainly not the one wrestler anyone fears or feels they are a threat to the roster. I'm calling you Lucy One because at least everyone can make that believable than your stupid The One name you got everyone to convince that's who you are. It's not. You're the last to talk about you not needing a nickname since The One is just that, a nickname, so you shut your fucking mouth regarding that."
I had a smirk on my face as I looked at the car and the leathers behind me that weren't relevant to talk about, but it was to me when I got to drive the car in a few hours. I still had plenty of time to address this fake bitch. More so, I had to laugh about a specific loss she had recently.
Konrad Raab: "Fact is you were only a shadow to the Trio's win, Kim carried the team all the way through, and you did nothing; you barely put in the work. You'd slid by, even if you had a lucky pinfall over Selena. How come you could pin Selena when you couldn't fucking beat Polly, of all people, for the TV title? It must be embarrassing to lose to a lesser wrestler in those circumstances. What I've done is I've beaten legends and I've ended their careers. Nobody has seen the wrestlers I ended return, or I got into their fucking head. You've done nothing other than win a TV title. You've been complacent, and you're not such a violent girl as I saw. You're a disappointment of an opponent in an Underground match that you're not suited for."
It made me sick that she barely did anything to me in that Underground match we had for the TV title. It was a boring title I held for a week and only cared for defending it if it was in the Underground division.
Konrad Raab: "You won't do shit to me to change me because at least I'm fucking capable of change; you're too scared to change, Lucy. You're too scared of being exposed to your real name, which everyone in life has. The win you got me last time in a solo match was worth it because the title was on the line. I think you're a liar and a piece of shit. Everything about you and your violence is nothing but a lie. Why would you, of all people, admit that your shit stinks? I'll wait because to act like you're The One to beat with the nickname you had is fucking arrogant shit, and you are shit in underground matches, at least against a violent pyromaniac bastard like myself. With my nickname, it has a fucking purpose. It has the purpose of making people bleed, but more than that, it's going to make me fucking powerful. No more will I be the guy people will step up to face. I will fucking break you down. I will destroy you with an inch of your life since I can in Underground rules situation because you're not defined to be dangerous as you bullshit claim to be. I'm that definition perfectly."
I poured some red paint on my body, which I always had two tins of red paint in front of me, as nothing was going to get on my overalls or my Pro Late Model car for racing later today. I had way more to say.
Konrad Raab: "I've seen no evidence of you being dangerous in wrestling because I don't recall you even wanting to be violent anymore. You've gone off the whole idea. How do you feel when you're put into it once again? How do you feel about someone who is at least not afraid to make changes, which you're afraid to do? You're fucking soft as a baby's ass. Oh, sure, you beat me, but that's the only thing you got against me. That's the only thing I fucking praise you for, along with you doing shit yourself. However, you've done nothing; nobody is amazed by your skills. You've never made me taste my blood. I've done everything to cause you hell, and I'll continue to do so. I preferred if I faced Kandis, the number one enemy I want to face, because she made my life a living hell. But I use you as a battering ramp; I use you to send another message to Kandis. But I won't be just using blood this time."
I pulled a lighter from my pocket and flicked it to see the flame coming out of the lighter, and I did it multiple times as I rubbed my hands and laughed evilly.
Konrad Raab: "I've had multiple dreams of doing what either Kim or Kayla did, and that was the best thing I've seen in months, to see CHBK's house burn down. I've watched it over one hundred times because it's exactly what I feel about SCW and you, Lucy. I want to make sure you feel the burns you'll get. I've dreamed of being an arsonist, burning a building to the ground. Because I'm sick of this company and everyone in it. Because I'm in pain every fucking day, and that's not going away at any point. Why? Because being so fucking evil has gotten me farther than the pathetic old Konrad ever got. I will never return to that guy because I refuse to be treated like a doormat. Now I treat people like you like a piece of shit. I use my emotions in videos, but my emotions also come out in the ring. My emotions are so fucking intense that it feels like I'm burning. My body is red, and the worst is yet to come."
If only they knew my past with my dad, wanting to do something that he couldn't do with me, I would be able to do it sooner than later. It didn't fucking matter if I was going to get suspended, I got NASCAR and DIRTcar racing events to do anyway, and I doubt I'd even feel broken bones because I'm immune to psychical pain. I poured one last red paint all over myself.
Konrad Raab: "If you don't believe the word I say, I make it a reality by starting with you to burn you before you get blood from the burns you'll receive. I can't wait to batter the shit out of you with this new modified mace that's still sharp, but with a flame attached to it, that's in metal that's unbreakable that I'll batter you over and over again everywhere on your body. I will be done with you for many months. I'm a psychopathic, blood addict and pyromaniac bastard. I can't wait to use weapons to see you bleed, and I beg for you to make me fucking bleed because if you don't, I will use the lighter to burn you, and nobody, not even the officials, can stop me. Violence and weapon matches are why I do wrestling because I enjoy violence and being fucking chaotic since every guy around here is too fucking gutless to be violent."
I took a break as I opened the metal water bottle and took a few sips before putting the lid back on, but I also wanted to feel the heat as I flicked the lighter and put the flame onto my arm as I let it burn away in my skin and I licked my lips, showing Lucy One what I meant. I put it out and showed Lucy what I meant by burned in blood.
Konrad Raab: "See the burn I inflicted on myself? I'm not afraid of fire anymore and if you think what Kim or Kayla did was evil, wait until what I have planned this week because I have a special treat to inflict on all of you. I wouldn't fucking care what I do to all of you because the flame has always been in me. Still, the difference is I'm deciding to show the fire I have inside of me, and the fire of Underground matches and wrestling as a whole is going to be so deadly that you have to do everything to put it out. That's fucking why you won't win against me. That's why you'll fail because you're a fake, and I will stop Lucy One once and for all after the match; wait for the inevitable, and it will be the worst thing I've ever done in this company.
I paused for a bit longer as I did need to take a break, and in a way, talking so much shit about Lucy One only made me pump up for the practice sessions later on. I'm not going to stay in Columbus, Ohio, because once I have done the match, and what my plans are, I'm coming back to Florida to race.
Konrad Raab: "But you'll be way too badly fucking beaten to do anything about my idea, and I'm not telling you, but watch out for fire because I will take shit down after I've viciously beaten a soft bitch in the ring. Prepare to be Flaminated by Burned In Blood tomorrow night because you will be in a world of pain and suffering from the brutal beatings I'll do to you. I will hear you crawl because you won't be able to move and won't be able to stop me from burning shit down because you're incapable of being violent if your piss poor performance against me in the Underground match last time was anything to go by. Feel the burn bitch."
I stopped before I ended up repeating myself since I wasn't going to do a fucking hour's worth of video on someone I didn't rank as my enemy number one, not even with Reginald, either. Only with Kandis, who should've been someone I'm facing in the ring tomorrow night in a towering inferno cage match so I could burn that bitch's body.
I turned the camera off before I removed the paint cover of my car and overalls and washed my face to get the paint off it. I got out of my wrestling clothes to see myself in jeans and a regular shirt, walking around the paddock before it was six in the evening for me to go back to my garage, change into my overalls, and put my helmet on to do some practice laps.
At the last minute, I knew with the testing I had the last two days, and with the NASCAR press conference and photo shoot stuff I had to do for the upcoming Cup and especially the Xfinity Series season, I had no time to go home and do a quick video. So I've decided to do it here at the race track instead. Well, after the sign-up for the DIRTcar racing Pro Late Models races over the weekend.
I'm in my Pro Late Models car garage with a quick set up of flame wallpaper all over the garage and put a unique cover on my Pro Late Model car and my overalls to prevent them from having red paint covered on them. I had a wooden red-painted chair I brought with me. I had my mace and camera in front of me in a tight space, in the darkness, with my wrestling clothes on. There wouldn't be any cars going out on the track until six in the evening.
Konrad Raab: "Let me address something to Alexis Quinne first. First of all, you inspiring wrestlers are nothing but full of shit. Because nobody has said, you inspired them to be a wrestler. That's fake symphony friendship points. Everything she has ever said has been a lie. Even her Voyagers event is total shit as well. She's so fucking fake, and she's not as strong as she claims to be; she's weak, as I stated on the show. I'll leave things there because let's talk about someone who can't fucking decide who she wants to be, Lucy One."
Yes, I refuse to call this bitch The One because she isn't the one to beat, and even if I took the time to listen to her bullshit lost identity story, I wouldn't believe it, and she looked like a Lucy, so I went down that fucking road on this useless bitch.
Konrad Raab: "I fucking hate to do this, but you want to call me out for not being honest. You're not honest because I don't buy into you hiding your real name. After all, you're scared of people exposing the fake person you are. It's why I call you Lucy, so you can admit to the world that one day, you will have a real fucking name. Everyone does, even on your cards; you're not The One. You're certainly not the one wrestler anyone fears or feels they are a threat to the roster. I'm calling you Lucy One because at least everyone can make that believable than your stupid The One name you got everyone to convince that's who you are. It's not. You're the last to talk about you not needing a nickname since The One is just that, a nickname, so you shut your fucking mouth regarding that."
I had a smirk on my face as I looked at the car and the leathers behind me that weren't relevant to talk about, but it was to me when I got to drive the car in a few hours. I still had plenty of time to address this fake bitch. More so, I had to laugh about a specific loss she had recently.
Konrad Raab: "Fact is you were only a shadow to the Trio's win, Kim carried the team all the way through, and you did nothing; you barely put in the work. You'd slid by, even if you had a lucky pinfall over Selena. How come you could pin Selena when you couldn't fucking beat Polly, of all people, for the TV title? It must be embarrassing to lose to a lesser wrestler in those circumstances. What I've done is I've beaten legends and I've ended their careers. Nobody has seen the wrestlers I ended return, or I got into their fucking head. You've done nothing other than win a TV title. You've been complacent, and you're not such a violent girl as I saw. You're a disappointment of an opponent in an Underground match that you're not suited for."
It made me sick that she barely did anything to me in that Underground match we had for the TV title. It was a boring title I held for a week and only cared for defending it if it was in the Underground division.
Konrad Raab: "You won't do shit to me to change me because at least I'm fucking capable of change; you're too scared to change, Lucy. You're too scared of being exposed to your real name, which everyone in life has. The win you got me last time in a solo match was worth it because the title was on the line. I think you're a liar and a piece of shit. Everything about you and your violence is nothing but a lie. Why would you, of all people, admit that your shit stinks? I'll wait because to act like you're The One to beat with the nickname you had is fucking arrogant shit, and you are shit in underground matches, at least against a violent pyromaniac bastard like myself. With my nickname, it has a fucking purpose. It has the purpose of making people bleed, but more than that, it's going to make me fucking powerful. No more will I be the guy people will step up to face. I will fucking break you down. I will destroy you with an inch of your life since I can in Underground rules situation because you're not defined to be dangerous as you bullshit claim to be. I'm that definition perfectly."
I poured some red paint on my body, which I always had two tins of red paint in front of me, as nothing was going to get on my overalls or my Pro Late Model car for racing later today. I had way more to say.
Konrad Raab: "I've seen no evidence of you being dangerous in wrestling because I don't recall you even wanting to be violent anymore. You've gone off the whole idea. How do you feel when you're put into it once again? How do you feel about someone who is at least not afraid to make changes, which you're afraid to do? You're fucking soft as a baby's ass. Oh, sure, you beat me, but that's the only thing you got against me. That's the only thing I fucking praise you for, along with you doing shit yourself. However, you've done nothing; nobody is amazed by your skills. You've never made me taste my blood. I've done everything to cause you hell, and I'll continue to do so. I preferred if I faced Kandis, the number one enemy I want to face, because she made my life a living hell. But I use you as a battering ramp; I use you to send another message to Kandis. But I won't be just using blood this time."
I pulled a lighter from my pocket and flicked it to see the flame coming out of the lighter, and I did it multiple times as I rubbed my hands and laughed evilly.
Konrad Raab: "I've had multiple dreams of doing what either Kim or Kayla did, and that was the best thing I've seen in months, to see CHBK's house burn down. I've watched it over one hundred times because it's exactly what I feel about SCW and you, Lucy. I want to make sure you feel the burns you'll get. I've dreamed of being an arsonist, burning a building to the ground. Because I'm sick of this company and everyone in it. Because I'm in pain every fucking day, and that's not going away at any point. Why? Because being so fucking evil has gotten me farther than the pathetic old Konrad ever got. I will never return to that guy because I refuse to be treated like a doormat. Now I treat people like you like a piece of shit. I use my emotions in videos, but my emotions also come out in the ring. My emotions are so fucking intense that it feels like I'm burning. My body is red, and the worst is yet to come."
If only they knew my past with my dad, wanting to do something that he couldn't do with me, I would be able to do it sooner than later. It didn't fucking matter if I was going to get suspended, I got NASCAR and DIRTcar racing events to do anyway, and I doubt I'd even feel broken bones because I'm immune to psychical pain. I poured one last red paint all over myself.
Konrad Raab: "If you don't believe the word I say, I make it a reality by starting with you to burn you before you get blood from the burns you'll receive. I can't wait to batter the shit out of you with this new modified mace that's still sharp, but with a flame attached to it, that's in metal that's unbreakable that I'll batter you over and over again everywhere on your body. I will be done with you for many months. I'm a psychopathic, blood addict and pyromaniac bastard. I can't wait to use weapons to see you bleed, and I beg for you to make me fucking bleed because if you don't, I will use the lighter to burn you, and nobody, not even the officials, can stop me. Violence and weapon matches are why I do wrestling because I enjoy violence and being fucking chaotic since every guy around here is too fucking gutless to be violent."
I took a break as I opened the metal water bottle and took a few sips before putting the lid back on, but I also wanted to feel the heat as I flicked the lighter and put the flame onto my arm as I let it burn away in my skin and I licked my lips, showing Lucy One what I meant. I put it out and showed Lucy what I meant by burned in blood.
Konrad Raab: "See the burn I inflicted on myself? I'm not afraid of fire anymore and if you think what Kim or Kayla did was evil, wait until what I have planned this week because I have a special treat to inflict on all of you. I wouldn't fucking care what I do to all of you because the flame has always been in me. Still, the difference is I'm deciding to show the fire I have inside of me, and the fire of Underground matches and wrestling as a whole is going to be so deadly that you have to do everything to put it out. That's fucking why you won't win against me. That's why you'll fail because you're a fake, and I will stop Lucy One once and for all after the match; wait for the inevitable, and it will be the worst thing I've ever done in this company.
I paused for a bit longer as I did need to take a break, and in a way, talking so much shit about Lucy One only made me pump up for the practice sessions later on. I'm not going to stay in Columbus, Ohio, because once I have done the match, and what my plans are, I'm coming back to Florida to race.
Konrad Raab: "But you'll be way too badly fucking beaten to do anything about my idea, and I'm not telling you, but watch out for fire because I will take shit down after I've viciously beaten a soft bitch in the ring. Prepare to be Flaminated by Burned In Blood tomorrow night because you will be in a world of pain and suffering from the brutal beatings I'll do to you. I will hear you crawl because you won't be able to move and won't be able to stop me from burning shit down because you're incapable of being violent if your piss poor performance against me in the Underground match last time was anything to go by. Feel the burn bitch."
I stopped before I ended up repeating myself since I wasn't going to do a fucking hour's worth of video on someone I didn't rank as my enemy number one, not even with Reginald, either. Only with Kandis, who should've been someone I'm facing in the ring tomorrow night in a towering inferno cage match so I could burn that bitch's body.
I turned the camera off before I removed the paint cover of my car and overalls and washed my face to get the paint off it. I got out of my wrestling clothes to see myself in jeans and a regular shirt, walking around the paddock before it was six in the evening for me to go back to my garage, change into my overalls, and put my helmet on to do some practice laps.
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I love AJ Allmendinger and Louis Deletraz.